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Sunday, May 2, 2010

A Fresh Re-Start

I have a very bad habit of starting many projects and only finishing a couple. However, as of late, I have been finishing some here and there...that means I'm making progress.

One of them is writing... ~.~

I've always enjoyed writing, along with many other crafts, however, I always put it on the back burner; some excuse always creeps up to pull me away from them. I have made it one of my goals to see this one through and hopefully flourish.

What do I hope to accomplish with this blog?

Well, apart from actually sticking with it, and expressing my thoughts and ideas as most blogs tend to do...but hopefully reaching out to other artistically-inclined, not so ordinary pagans, just like me :)

And to kick off my start of a new blog, I'll give myself a one card reading from my Thoth Deck. And the card of the day is...Four of Swords

Here's the description of the card from DigitTarot:

Tolerance; stabilization; lull in the fightThe Four of Swords is called Truce. This seems rather on the lines of "the strong man armed keeping his house in peace". The masculine nature of air makes it dominant. The card is almost a picture of the formation of the military clan system of society. The number Four, Chesed, is here manifested in the realm of the Intellect. Chesed refers to Jupiter who rules in Libra in this decanate. The sum of these symbols is therefore without opposition; hence the card proclaims the idea of authority in the intellectual world. It is the establishment of dogma, and law concerning it. It represents a refuge from mental chaos, chosen in an arbitrary manner. It argues for convention. The hilts of the four Swords are at the corner of a St. Andrew's cross. Their shape suggests fixation and rigidity. Their points are sheathed---in a rather large rose of forty-nine petals representing social harmony. Here, too, is compromise. Minds too indolent or too cowardly to think out their own problems hail joyfully this policy of appeasement. As always, the Four is the term; as in this case there is no true justification for repose, its disturbance by the Five holds no promise of advance; its static shams go pell-mell into the melting-pot; the issue is mere mess, usually signalized by foetid stench. But it has to be done!